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Waves of grace, winds of Naam (Nanak Naam Jahaz Hai)

Waves of grace, winds of Naam (Nanak Naam Jahaz Hai) On the auspicious occasion of Guru Nanak Dev Ji's Gurpurab, this poem emerges as a ...

Sunday, June 8, 2014

Flickers

Maimed
By
Her absence.
Here I am.
Wounded and sutured.
Oozy.
Brittle.
Unhealed.
She
Alone
Can shush this
Stormy self.
Evanescent,
I still breathe her.
The quietus
Shall silence
These yammers.
I shall be at peace
But
Some questions
Will linger on.

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32 comments:

  1. psychochefJune 9, 2014 at 12:30 AM

    Wounded and sutured - so powerful.

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    1. Whispering ThoughtsJune 9, 2014 at 1:23 AM

      Thank you so much Psychochef for your encouragement

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  2. AnonymousJune 9, 2014 at 2:53 AM

    Brilliant word choice. I like this a lot!

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  3. Soumyaa VermaJune 9, 2014 at 4:08 AM

    I could almost feel my stormy self after reading this. Very well crafted!

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  4. Jen BrunettJune 9, 2014 at 6:14 AM

    I love the mood you created for this piece. It's very powerful!

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  5. UnknownJune 9, 2014 at 6:25 AM

    These short lines do such a powerful job of expressing the pain.

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  6. AnonymousJune 9, 2014 at 6:40 AM

    Such pain in these words.

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  7. TMWHickmanJune 9, 2014 at 10:03 AM

    Intense emotions here. Well done!

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  8. KirJune 9, 2014 at 11:04 AM

    some people are just never forgotten.

    this was like a powerful, yearning prayer. Creatively done.

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    1. Whispering ThoughtsJune 16, 2014 at 6:16 PM

      Thank you so much Kir for getting to the heart of the poem.

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  9. UnknownJune 9, 2014 at 3:07 PM

    Powerful emotions in so few words. Well done!!

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  10. kymmJune 9, 2014 at 3:32 PM

    This is such a tender piece, Ruby! < 3

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    1. Whispering ThoughtsJune 16, 2014 at 6:19 PM

      Thank you Kymm for being so appreciative of the little piece

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  11. Patricia June 9, 2014 at 5:57 PM

    Touching. I really liked it.

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  12. AnonymousJune 9, 2014 at 7:01 PM

    I read this a couple of times, swallowing each word slowly. It is both ethereal and grounded. Beautiful.

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  13. brudbergJune 10, 2014 at 11:17 AM

    Very much a presence.. really well done.

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    1. Whispering ThoughtsJune 16, 2014 at 6:23 PM

      Thank you so much Bjorn. It is so encouraging to hear from you.

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  14. AnonymousJune 10, 2014 at 11:58 AM

    "Evanescent, / I still breathe her." Such a vivid image.

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  15. AnonymousJune 10, 2014 at 2:13 PM

    such meaty words: quietus, evanescence. Really gives your point some weight!

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  16. AnonymousJune 10, 2014 at 4:44 PM

    Wow, you really did a nice job of somebody broken and barely put back together. I can feel the fragility here. Nicely done. Thanks for linking up!

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Since every thought is a seed, I am looking forward to a delicious harvest.

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